An Epic Day

Trip Start Jan 12, 2008
Trip End Oct 01, 2008

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Friday, April 25, 2008

A late morning and we head to a nice Bondi brunch place called Trio where I was introduced to truffled eggs, which may have changed my life forever.  I absolutely died and considered ordering a second round before some people we "knew" magically walked past and called out our names.  We had met them the night before I guess and they were on a walk in Bondi and happened to see us in the window of the restaurant.  Anyways, we joined them on their walk and made it about a half mile before ducking into a sweet bar named Icebergs, which quickly became one of my favorites in the world. 

We got to Icebergs around 1 (it was a really late morning after an even later night), made friends with the American waitress Tara and wound up leaving at 7, but only to go back home, get changed, and return to hang out with 6 of our new best friends.  Phin and I had met these beautiful, yet admittedly older, women and next thing we knew we were leaving Iceberg's not to meet up with Lauren and Allie for dinner but to join them at one of their houses for a party. 

The next time I looked at a clock it was midnight and Phin and I had bonded sufficiently to the point where we were back to being buddies as we once were.  The weirdest thing was that the ladies' boyfriends showed up and we liked them just as much if not more as the girls.  Even weirder was that they thanked us for what I would consider crashing their party.  We decided that no more good could come from sticking around at sweet sweet Nellie's house and took off for King's Cross ready to cause more trouble.  We found trouble in the form of Tara (from Iceberg's) and her roommate, but did well to avoid it and got home safely after the craziest and one of the most classic nights of my trip. 

Unfortunately, my lost camera resulted in no photos on this day and while I am very upset that I have no pictures, the memories will not soon be forgotten!
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